Anxiety - how can I find my place by the sea, can I trust in your fucking god, can I be the one who believes?
So I can't close my eyes, can't conceal the truth.
You! The old ghost dies, won't miss any pieces of you.
There's another ghost in this room, fills our breath with such a meaningful gloom that says I need to be free; I need to breathe!!!
So much things to hate, too many words to forget.
This new ghost screams for my insides:
dear fucking world, did I misunderstand?
Why do they mourn this things, when we ever act without Anxiety.
How can I find my place to be?
When I see this world full of pain I can't believe. God free!
Do we need to grow with our heads down? Do we ever need to look away?
Do we need to grow with our heads down? Anxiety, no we rise against!
I never cared this bullshit lies that never showed the real intents.
My soul has seen heavy days, burning in our minds as hard as they can.
You can't hear us. You're a dusty cross; hanging on the walls of those who stand on shaky grounds.
Institutions are just big companies that call for the poor and weak.
With different faces, they call for you and me.
"But I'll never crawl on your ground."
I'll live my life, no matter how you live.